Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4022 | 2019-09-04 22:04:31 | 88.56 | 96% |
| 1622 | 2019-07-03 19:40:17 | 80.62 | 96% |